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That was the pizza place Bree worked her first summer job, but it can’t be true. I’m the only man she’s been with.
Me: Sabrina does not have an ex.
Molly: She dated him just before you came to town last summer. She left him because she figured you could take better care of her, but I think she fell in love with you along the way. I didn’t think she would go back to him so quickly though. We even got into a big fight about it. She said you weren’t there for her when she most needed you, and Murphy was.
Guilt twisted my gut because that last part was sadly true. But I also couldn’t believe what she was telling me. The person this Molly is describing does not sound the least bit like the woman I love. I decided to forgo texting and called the number.
“Are you certain of what you’re telling me?” I asked without preamble when the call connects. “I’m sure it’s just a friendship thing.”
She’s got to need emotional support with everything that’s happening with her family. And since her fiancé wasn’t there to offer it…
“That’s what I thought at first, but Sabrina spends the night at his place. They kiss and cuddle in public. That photo I sent you was taken on Waters Street.”
My heart slammed hard against my rib cage. It felt like it was breaking into a million pieces.
“I’m really sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I just don’t think it's fair on you, that’s why I felt I should say something.”
“There’s been a mistake somehow. Bree could never do that.”
“Come to Henderson and see for yourself. I mean, I don’t agree with what she’s done or how she’s gone about it, but I can understand why she’s done it. Jordan, you shouldn’t have left to protect your name. She was really heartbroken by that.”
“I know", I sigh. "But she doesn’t even pick up my calls anymore.”
“You can still get her back if you want. I suspect she’s still in love with you and is just using Murphy as a rebound. If you can come to Henderson, maybe I can get you two together so you can talk.”
I don’t know that we can come back from this. My fiancée sleeping with another man?
Although the circumstances are unique. My father threw hers in prison and I abandoned her. So there’s that.
I went to Henderson that week and got a lesson in pain.
Molly had suggested I wait in a restaurant while she got Bree to meet me there after work. After waiting for almost two hours it became clear that Bree wasn’t going to show up. Just as I was about to leave, I got a text from Molly.
Molly: I’m sorry, but she says she’s not interested in seeing you. I tried convincing her but Murphy came to pick her up from work and they’ve gone to Fusion. The club isn't open until eleven but they like to wait in the parking lot so they can get the early bird drink pass.
I had to see it with my own eyes. Gone clubbing? It didn’t sound one bit like my Bree.
Me: Send me the address.
I parked my rental car in one of the many empty slots at the Fusion Club, just a few minutes after 11 p.m. It was a moonless sky but the street lamps and occasional cars pulling into the parking lot gave enough light.
The doors were just opening and the 'early birds' started strolling into the club. I was debating going in to wait for her when I notice that a red, Honda hatchback car parked about twenty yards opposite mine was bouncing. I imagined the occupants were having sex.
‘Wow.’ I thought. "So this is the sort of seedy place the douchebag brings her."
I didn't see Bree or her so-called ex for the next fifteen minutes, and a line was beginning to form outside the club. I was about to leave my car when the back door of the red Honda opened and a guy emerged, pulling up his jeans and sporting the triumphant look of a man who has just blown his rocks.
He then reached behind him and helped out a woman. Her black blouse was unbuttoned, exposing creamy skin, and the lacy bra cupping her gorgeous, full breasts. Her red skirt was still hiked around her waist. I caught a glimpse of dark curls before he pulled down her skirt for her.
I gasped, my fist tightening on the steering wheel. The first thing I felt was pure rage at the asshole that was exposing her to anyone looking. Then white-hot pain lanced across my chest. It felt like someone set fire to my breastbone.
The woman raised her hands to his neck and lifted her face up to his for a kiss. Exactly the way she did with me. Once she was fully redressed, he took her into the club. Her legs looked wobbly and she had to lean heavily on him. Exactly the way they tremble for a long time after she’s come hard.
Even before they disappeared into the club, I couldn’t see them anymore because my vision was blurred with hot, salty tears. I don’t know for how long I stayed there, crying like a baby, but by the time I finally left the parking lot, I was no longer the man I was when I drove in.
Chapter 8
Sabrina
